Jinx wiped a smear of blood from his lip, his dark, restless eyes finding Dan’s. There was no malice in them, only a cold, weary amusement.
Jinx’s studio was a chaos of torn punching bags, scattered manga, and the faint, metallic smell of old blood. A single futon lay in the corner, the blankets a tangled nest. Jinx kicked a pile of takeout containers aside, gestured vaguely at the floor, and collapsed onto the futon, leaving barely any room. jinx x kim dan
And Kim Dan, for the first time in months, followed. Jinx wiped a smear of blood from his
“I’m not lost,” Dan said, his voice steady despite the tremor in his hands. “I just don’t have anywhere to be.” only a cold